monoprint, tissue transparency, acrylic and ink on 10 X 11″ paper
From the heart of a tree in the dark of night
Vibration of winged breath and penetrating gaze
Rising of timber crossing a wingspan
Appearing, then disappearing with a piercing call
Wildness breaking through the night air
Nothing left but the moonlit hairs on my arms
Barn owls. My favorite with their strange flat faces and golden glow. I traced this one from a calendar picture onto some light and textured oriental paper, then collaged it over a monoprint as a transparency (the Monday Muse Group lesson), and kept painting.
I’ve heard owls at night and sighted from a distance, or in benevolent captivity at the Bird Rescue Center, but they live in greatest wildness in the yearning of my psyche.
. . .which is why it has been so thrilling to watch the Eagle Cam in Washington that is snooping round the clock on The President and First Lady with their fluff-ball baby chicks in the nest. Do give them a visit if you haven’t already. And here is my sketch done while I was voyeuring.
Mom and Pop tag team it, so I’m not sure which one this was. He/she set to ripping apart the collosal dead fish and eating and sharing with the open beaks. There are three chicks now. I missed the birth (crack). Darn!